Gerard knew he shouldn't have left Frank there. He fucking knew it. He was too late now, though. He couldn't save Frank. Frank was gone. Gerard felt as though his heart had been ripped out of chest and then forced back inside with a large part missing. It hurt. It stung. It was killing Gerard.
Brian had tried to console Gerard on the way back from the deal they'd abandoned. Brian's emergency phone had buzzed. Everyone from Gerard's side had gone silent. To the other side, it was as though they were there and then they weren't. They had no idea what had happened, but they knew it was definitely not something they should have tried to go after.
The entire car ride-only fifteen minutes-everyone had watched Gerard as he slid into the trunk with the ammunition they always had stocked back there. Gerard had sat in the same place he had before Frank's first deal. They all watched as started shaking. He lowered his head into his hands and in the silence of the car, everyone heard the clicking of his rosary beads. He hadn't even taken them out in the instances of Bert. He had taken them out when he was with Frank in Billie Joe's medical room. That had been the first time he had done it.
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Gerard had ignored everyone. He had gone straight to the room he and Frank shared and had immediately collapsed against the nearest wall. In the far corner of the room, next to the desk, was a significant pool of blood. Gerard didn't have to wonder whose blood it was. It was Frank's. Gerard shut his eyes tight and covered his mouth with his hand, smothering his cries. They were the kind only heard when someone was in pain, physical and mental and spiritual.
Still, Gerard knew that leaving the blood there wouldn't do him any good. He stood up, hot, large tears streaking down his cheeks and to the underside of his jaw, and made his way to his bathroom. The nearest towel was a dark blue. He snatched it up and went back to his room. He wiped his nose on his sleeve and tossed the towel down on the deep red liquid. In a small corner of his mind, the heartless part of him said it was glad that he hadn't gotten a headquarters with hardwood floors.
He watched as the towel soaked up the dark red liquid. As it soaked around the edges, he knew there was too much blood there to be soaked up by the towel alone. He felt sick. He turned tail and ran out of his room, remembering something. He ran for Billie Joe's medical room, pushing everyone out of the way that came into his path.
Billie Joe was sitting at the desk next to the door of his medical room when Gerard burst in. He looked up. His eyes were red and puffy. He sniffed and spun his chair to look at Gerard.
"What can I do for you, Gerard?" Gerard held up a finger, hold on a second. He needed to catch his breath.
"Frank's... Chip. I know you..." He took a deep breath. "I know you put one in when he was out that first time. Track it. Now, Billie, or so help me God-" Billie Joe Armstrong sprung up from his chair, grabbed Gerard's wrist and ran with him, pulling him to the room that held all their surveillance cameras and all the information on each of them.
Billie sat down at a chair and pulled up a screen filled with numbers and letters that really weren't anything important. Billie hacked through their firewall in no time. They had to hack it. No other way to get to the file that held the program that would tell them exactly where Gerard's Frank was.
Billie's eyes flitted around the screen, searching for the program. He clicked on a few incorrect ones before he found the right one. There were many steps to setting it up, but in the long run, it would allow them access to the satellite that would find Frank for them. Gerard was practically vibrating with anticipation. Billie held out a box of tissues for him. Gerard gratefully took a tissue and blew his nose with it, tossing it into the small plastic waste bin at their feet.
Then he saw it. The satellite had pulled up a live video of Frank now. He was being wrestled into the back of a police car. The man that pushed him in left his face completely visible. Gerard watched as the man shut and locked the back door and got in the passenger's seat. The angle changed, showing Mikey was driving. Gerard bit his lip so hard he tasted blood. He had set him up.
"Go back to the other officer's face, Billie." Gerard ordered tightly. Billie rewound the video, pausing it on the man's face. Their other program kicked in and the man's driver's license and all his other information came up on the screen.
"Spencer Smith, deputy, married, two kids, blah blah blah. Billie. You know where we're going soon, right?" Billie nodded.
"Police station. To kick both your brother's ass and this Spencer guy's ass." Gerard smiled cruelly. His malicious side had come back out.
"We'll do worse than that, Billie Joe. Much, much worse." Billie felt a shudder go up his spine as he nodded. This side of Gerard frightened him.
This side of Gerard killed innocent people.
